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Rosh Hashana – New Year
Rosh Hashana – I am not one to act differently or kiss up so I can get what I want. I have not gotten into many clubs in my life because I could not see myself kissing up and begging the doormen to let me in, please! I can sell the shit out of…
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That Face…
Robert was walking on the boardwalk which connected Brighton Beach with Coney Island. He was trying to avoid the loose wooden slats that would jump if stepped on. His friend had broken his ankle a year before on one of those. Poor Dan, he tried to sue the city but lost on a couple of…
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Dancing
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Sad girl
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My Brooklyn
Growing up, my Brooklyn was spiced with the different ethnicities of New York City. The Irish, the Italians, the Jews and the native New Yorkers. It wasn’t a clean city nor a safe one – but there was an unmistakable identity about being a New Yorker. The subways were dirty, the roads were littered with…
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Make em Laugh
I like to make people laugh. I tend to do the extreme and to lay myself out there because I like, no I love to make people laugh. If we are psychoanalyzing here we can say its a need to be liked, to be noticed. As the youngest child in a family of 5 kids…
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Walking the Beat
He liked being a cop. For some reason that several therapists weren’t able to understand he enjoyed the danger of walking the streets. He would be assigned partners and other duties but he would beg to be kept on the streets and solo. He would walk in the dark – the night shift – from…
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Night Voices
It was quiet. Not even the insects were singing, no rain falling and no thunder. It was quiet, save for the occasional snore from the room next door where my Grandmother slept. Once in a while she would scream out my Grandfather’s name and then, silence until the next snore. Not to mention her sporadic…
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Happy Birthdays to Me* and Miracles of Life
Its a strange journey we are faced with. A plethora of challenges, obstacles and instantaneous disappearances. Sicknesses, poverty and abuse. Lost souls and broken hearts. Instant gratification followed by a view from the alley of desperation where one knife will combat a gun; a war that only the innocent will lose. Then there is the…
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The Rat Race
I have been in the workforce now for the past 30 years. I have been running in circles, twisting, turning corners – running into walls turning around and starting again. The cheese has been hidden, taken away, moved and replaced countless times. I found myself stuck on a spinning wheel for days –…
